Limericks of Goldstone Wood by ghost ryter

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Now, presenting a series of limericks sent by a wanderer of the Halflight Realm...

Limericks of Goldstone Wood

ghost ryter

 

There once was bird
Who became quite perturbed
When a flower entered her domain.
For before that her reign
Over a cat been quite undisturbed.


There was a girl with wings, they say,
Who did the most terrible things, they say.
She gave into fire, 
And then, to her ire,
Her wings were taken away.


Once there was a maid
Who long ago stayed
In a land that was not her own.
(Though few have known 
The price she paid.)


There was a cat who most always lied,
Though I do wish he had tried
To tell her the truth.
But, ah, it's no use - 
He'll never show what's inside.


There once was a sweet rose,
Who was stolen, and those
Who hid her will face
A terrible place
When the King is allowed to dispose.


A goat paced the gate,
Unhappy with the wait.
Inside were two flowers,
Trapped for many long hours;
One was prey, the other bait.

Ashes and Dreams by Allison

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Presenting a poem inspired by Veiled Rose...
 

Ashes and Dreams

Allison

 

I wear a coat of dreams.

It glistens and it gleams.

It catches lives and begs for them

To join in its grand dance.

Though the wise refuse and wander on,

It always will give them the chance.

The stars are caught up in its weave.

The galaxies combine.

It stirs its broth of life and death

Into a mix refined.

Sometimes it weighs me down.

It pinches and it twists.

It drags my shoulders to the floor.

It strains and hurts my wrists.

Sometimes it shows me dreams

That are too grand for me,

And though I cry and though I beg,

It will not let me be.

I wore my coat of dreams.

It glistened and it gleamed

Until I tore it off.

 

And now that it is gone,

I wonder if I’m wrong.

But though it gave me dreams,

It never gave me life.

Although it gave me beauty,

I though it not the price.

It never gave me love,

Although it dearly tried.

For all its wild grandeur,

My coat could only lie.

So listen to my warning:

Do not scorn the idle dream.

Be wary of your coat

Although it glistens and it gleams.

If it ever asks you for your life,

Be sure to throw it out.

For I’ve had my dreams fulfilled,

And they’re ashes in my mouth.

Eshkan's Plea by Meredith Burton

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And now, a poem inspired by the events in Veiled Rose...

 

ESHKHAN’S PLEA

By Meredith

(To the Tune of “Tomorrow Shall be my Dancing Day”)

I sang her to sleep with my melody sweet.

On lonely nights my watch did keep.

Now I stand within Death’s ballroom of hate

To rescue my daughter from his poisonous embrace.

Sing Rosie fair,

Rosie fair

Rosie, Rosie,

I wait for her call of broken despair.

Another repines in Death’s cold dark chair.

So torn and wretched beyond all compare.

A wise yet rash daughter with intentions so kind

I wait for her answer, her choice to be mine.

Oh, Daylily fair,

Daylily fair,

Lily, Lily,

I wait for her call of broken despair.

The one who stands gloating is bound as well.

So empty and starved for a kernel of love.

He does not know, for he does not hear

My plea to release him from his Path of Tears.

Oh, Death so bound,

Death so bound

So bound, so bound

You will not reach for my helping hand.

My daughter has fallen.

Her strength is spent.

In broken despair she is at her wits’ end.

Mor lovely is she in her helpless dark plight,

For now I stand ready to lift her to life.

Oh, Rosie fair,

Rosie fair,

Rosie, Rosie.

At last Death’s chamber is flooded with light.

My Name flutters forth upon wings so dear.

What joy to hear its tones ring clear.

I cradle my children and blot their tears

As Death-In-Life flees in tumultuous fear.

Oh, children fair,

Children fair,

So fair,

So fair,

I’ve answered your call of broken despair.

Oh, children of mine as the ages roll by,

Remember this story that never shall die.

Death holds out his arms full of poisoned delights

And seeks to trample and throttle pure life.

Oh, call to me now.

Call to me now.

Right now, right now.

I wait for your call of broken despair.